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Topic: Boxers or Briefs? (Read 4893 times)

Today was a Physical Therapy day and for some reason, it can take an hour to get there. I was running late.

I lock the house up, get in the car and start the drive into town. Oh shit the gas needle is on reserve and I check my pocket for a credit card and there was none. Sonomabeach was driving down the road in underwear as I forgot to put on the rest of my clothes. Have the best dayMichael

Thank you darling! I thought that I was the only one.Hand to God, I almost went out the door to the doc yesterday without my shorts. I bathed dressed etc. but was lounging on the sofa farting around with the puter, and when I looked up, it was time to go. I made it all the way to the edge of the porch before realizing I felt rather light and breezy.

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No Fear No Shame No StigmaHappiness is not getting what you want, but wanting what you have.

I have never even almost ventured out nekked, but I did see a client once in my house slippers. They were comfy and I forgot I had them on until I was at her house taking them off. Talk about a great 1st, professional, impression.

Today was a Physical Therapy day and for some reason, it can take an hour to get there. I was running late.

I lock the house up, get in the car and start the drive into town. Oh shit the gas needle is on reserve and I check my pocket for a credit card and there was none. Sonomabeach was driving down the road in underwear as I forgot to put on the rest of my clothes. Have the best dayMichael

I walk outside my patio-gate (that's where the garbage can is) with my undies on all of the time, but all my neighbors are all MALE, so, they never care are say anything about it when they see me doing this, (in the morning I get the paper that way) they wave at me are say hello, but I must say I have never got into my Truck and drove down the road in my undies before , oh and I'd never forget my wallet, it's chained to my pants (Truckers/Bikers Wallet) just incase I'm forgetful...........LOL!

« Last Edit: August 27, 2008, 08:18:52 PM by denb45 »

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"it's so nice to be insane, cause no-one ask you to explain" Helen Reddy cc 1974

I have a little history of running around in public, without proper attire... I think it began about 17 years ago in Waikiki.

I was in the back bar of Hamburger Mary's in Waikiki, dancing with a really hot man whom, I moved to California with 17 days later. Not too tightly wrapped in those days, I slipped out of my shoes to dance in my bear feet.

The bouncer walked up to me on the dance floor to remind me "shoes were required" and since I had worked there, I knew better. I put my shoes back on. I told my date, "watch this" and slowly started peeling off clothes to the music but keeping my shoes on at all times. Having lived there for a few years, I realized everyone who knew me was in the bar that night.

I got dressed again, went to a table and ordered a drink, the bouncer said, I had to leave when I finished my drink. I stayed for two hours past closing. Have the best dayMichael